Date: Tue, 11 Apr 2006 14:57:20 -0600
From: Bob Armstrong
Subject: Andy Part I - The History
My name is Patrick and finally, I have discovered my true
purpose in life!
Even though I have lived out my entire life (all 62 years)
as a straight, I have always harboured just the tiniest
feeling that I am at the least bi and perhaps even gay.
These feelings started before I even reached puberty when I
was so much smaller and shyer than any of the other guys in
grade school. They were long before the days as we know them
when being gay is not such a stigma. Instead, words such as
queer, faggot and the like were the brands. These feelings
of estrangement followed me into high school and beyond.
All the way through high school, I never had a date since I
was too afraid of being turned down or even laughed at. In
fact, I only tried once or twice and became the butt of
jokes for the rest of the school year in both cases.
Masturbation was my only outlet.
As a university student and then as an adult, nothing
changed until I met, on a blind date, my wife June. She was
about as plain and unpopular as I was and I suppose that is
what drew us together. She was 28 and I was 34 when we
married - about 1 year after we met. It was as if we were
afraid that if we didn't act soon, it would be too late.
Our marriage was based somewhat on the pretence that we
truly were in love; true be told, it was more an act of
quiet desperation on both our parts. We were both virgins on
our wedding night; we had been too terrified of engaging in
intimacy out of wedlock for fear that we would scare the
other off. Needless to say, it was a case of the blind
leading the blind and it remained an act of non pleasure
throughout our 28 years of marriage. We were fortunate to
breed (for that's all it was) two surprisingly level headed
children who went on to satisfactory lives of their own.
Given the stale environment they were raised in, it is to
this day a miracle in both our eyes.
Part II - Discovering Andy
Now on to Andy; I am sure you are wondering how he figures
into all this.
After about some 20 years of marriage (and a job that was
less than stellar), I got up the nerve to cruise some erotic
sites on the Internet. To be sure, I wouldn't have had a
clue about such `depravity' but had overheard enough water
cooler chat at the office (and in the Men's Room) to pique
my curiosity. Since I often worked at home, I had set up a
home office complete with the latest technology computer. It
was not uncommon for me to disappear there until bedtime so
June was never aware.
I had learned enough about the Internet to know how to surf
and search and this, along with some overheard tidbits, lead
me to some pretty explicit sites. I often would spend an
evening engrossed in every type of sex imaginable and even
made so bold as to try something other than the usual
missionary position with June but she was so shocked that
she demanded to know where I had learned such terrible
things. June was almost zealous in her faith (I had never
darkened the door of any church since our civil ceremony)
and wanted me to visit her pastor to cleanse such thoughts
from my mind. Obviously I never went nor tried again.
I soon discovered that sex between men and women as
displayed didn't really excite me so I started reading
erotic fiction online about men to men sex and I was hooked!
But was there any way that I could find some way to
experience the joys that I read about in these
stories? I knew that most, if not all of them, were strictly
someone's overactive imagination at work but they
nonetheless aroused me beyond anything I had experienced
before. My constant excitement only fueled the flame further
that I needed to be the partner in such an encounter.
Then, one day while surfing with my browsing software, an ad
popped up for a dating service of some sort. When my
curiosity got the better of me, I opened it to find that
there were two parts - one for standard dating between men
and women (sort of a dating service, I supposed in my
ignorance) and another for more intimate short term
relationships. As I scrolled through the list, I came across
a link that took me to the same process for men. I was in my
glory but I had to buy credits to use the service.
So the next day, I took the necessary cash from my special
account (June did not know of this account and besides, she
let me handle all the finances), purchased a money order and
sent it off. For two weeks, I checked several times a day to
see if my account had been activated. Finally, to my glee,
up popped a window thanking me for joining and advising me
to set up a profile. That took me a while until I was
satisfied and I proceeded to send messages out to all that
were of interest to me. The responses I received back almost
immediately were very frightening and I erased them right
away. Some were so demanding with their wishes that I almost
deleted my name from the service.
Several weeks later, I received a response from someone
whose ID was Hot4U and his description stated that although
he was in his early 40's he had a thing for older men. This
was interesting enough that I sent him a response that I was
interested and would like to know more about him. From his
responses, and the back and forth messages we exchanged over
the next couple of months, I began to feel a certain level
of comfort. His name, he told me, was Andy. However, in
spite of his entreaties that we must meet, I was still
unsure and cautious.
Part III - The Meeting
It seemed like an eternity but I finally agreed to meet him
over coffee in as public an area as I felt protected in. We
exchanged information about what we would be wearing so we
would know each other to meet (I had never had the nerve to
share pictures of any serious personal information until
sure). He was to be wearing a red sweater and I would have
on a blue one.
Once I arrived at the outdoor caf‚ where our first meeting
was to take place, I lost my nerve and hid across the street
to see him arrive. I wasn't sure why I was so nervous;
perhaps a little of being seen by someone I knew or more,
that he wouldn't like what he saw.
Then, from around the corner, he appeared. He had told me
that he was in good shape but I wasn't prepared for this
Adonis who strode confidently, I thought, alone the street.
His hair was a little thin, but blonde as he described. He
was wearing the sweater - boy, was he ever wearing that
sweater - and he seemed molded to his skin. His chest was
full, tapering to a narrow waist and flared hips. All this
was supported by strong well-formed legs. The latter was
obvious since the slacks he was wearing were moving around
his legs as he walked. All I could think was, `How am I to
handle this? What a mistake I've made'.
I waited in the shade of the trees across the street and
watched while Andy was seated at a small table and he
ordered coffee, soon delivered. As he sipped the steaming
brew, I realized just how cold I was; the days of fall were
upon us and the sweater I wore wasn't enough to keep me warm
out in the park. Since the caf‚ looked so inviting with its
heated patio, I finally crossed the street and walked on
unsteady legs over to Andy's table.
"Um, are you Andy?" I croaked out
"Yes, I am. You must be Patrick"
As we shook hands firmly, I looked into his deep blue eyes
and fell into them; I was that entranced. I didn't hear even
one word until it finally dawned on me that he was speaking
to me! "Oh, I'm sorry. What did you say"? What a brilliant
conversationist I am.
"I said, what would you like?" as he guided me to a chair
across from him. What would I like! All kinds of thoughts
raced through my mind but, of course, remained unspoken.
After ordering coffee our conversation became more relaxed
and we exchanged some information about ourselves and then
simply segued into a very nice general discussion about
sports (he likes, I don't particularly), reading (we both
like reading mysteries), politics (a sort chat since neither
of us really cares) and a myriad of other trivial and
interesting topics. This was, after all, a first meeting but
one that boded well for more.
In fact, after an hour and a half and a carafe of coffee, he
asked me the question I had dreaded most. "So, Patrick; what
do you want to do now?"
"Frankly Andy, I wish I knew".
"Let me make a suggestion then. I have an apartment within
walking distance of here; would you like to come up and
we'll have some more coffee or perhaps some wine and talk
some more"
Shyly, I told him I would enjoy that. Inside, I could only
wonder what might happen and I was terrified.
Part IV - Andy's Place
We walked for half a dozen blocks and arrived at a beautiful
old six story brownstone with steps leading to a leaded
glass door. As we entered the vestibule, I was struck by the
intricacy of the designs in the tile floor and the lightly
finished wood molding and panels on the walls. "This is
fantastic, Andy! Is your landlord this handy or did he
contract it out?"
"Actually, I did all the restoration myself; this is my
building. My apartment is on the top two floors" This was
said with no sound of boldness or bragging; in fact, he
seemed almost embarrassed by having revealed this
information.
We climbed into the classic brass elevator - it still had
the old handle that the elevator operators used to move the
lift between floors. It had been modernized with all the new
buttons and displays but I loved the nostalgia in leaving
the operator control. It harkened back to my youth in
Toronto when I would go the Simpson's store downtown and
watch with fascination the elevators operators (and the lady
with her little clicker that sent them on their way). Of
course, this was automatic and answered to Andy's key to
rush to the top of the building.
As we exited on the fifth floor, I was overcome with the
plush designs with mirrors, flowers (obviously fresh), and
prints of the old masters on every wall. It was taste and
elegance personified.
Andy led me without a delay to a heavy ornate wooden door
and opened it to usher me in. The entryway echoed the taste
I had seen in the space outside by the elevator. A long
narrow table under the full length mirror showed another
display of fragrant fresh flowers and a brass bowl where
Andy dropped his keys. He led me into the living room and,
while he went around to the kitchen to get the wine, he
invited me to select some music after showing me where
everything was.
I couldn't get over the simplicity of the design in all
spaces. The room was floor to ceiling windows on the west
side which allowed the warmth and light from the afternoon
sun to caress everything. Furnishings were few with a couple
of leather sofas and some glass tables and live plants
creating a very relaxed space. Whilst I marveled at the
surroundings, I busied myself with finding some relaxing
music for background and selected some contemporary jazz.
Andy's tastes in music were eclectic and mirrored my own in
many respects.
Andy returned to the living room and sat on the loveseat
placing a cooler of white wine on the table separating the
two leather pieces ("Hope you don't mind the choice" he
said). As I sat across from him and raised my glass in a
silent toast, I agreed with his choice.
Andy (overtly relaxed but I sensed as nervous as I), asked
if I would like to start by explaining again why I posted to
the site where we met and also just what were my
expectations and desires from a relationship with another
man. This was the question I had been mulling for years and
I was so anxious, I was shaking and my mouth was dry. Andy
could see my state and he got to his feet, crossed over to
my side of the coffee table and sat beside me on the sofa.
He leaned forward to rest his wine on the table and then
took mine from my shaking hands and placed my glass beside
his. Turning to me, he edged closer until we were only
inches apart.
I swore that I could feel the heat from his thigh against
mine as he slowly placed his hands on the sides of my face
and leaned in to gently kiss me on the lips. It was such a
soft kiss that I almost wasn't aware of what had happened.
It was over so fast that I couldn't react. But, suddenly, as
that kiss ended, my anxieties seemed to flow away and my
breathing slowed to normal. He then pulled himself closer
and kissed me again and this time I felt the gentle
insistence of his tongue against me lips and they parted as
of their own will. As I felt his warm tongue enter my mouth,
I heard a moan and realized that it was from my own throat.
My own tongue was slipping into his mouth as I rested my
hands on his shoulders and after a few minutes of this, we
were both moaning with pleasure. I drew back suddenly and
"What am I doing here? This is happening so fast! Can we
just talk?"
With a smile, Andy sat back facing me on the other end of
the sofa and I, somewhat shaken but not upset except perhaps
with myself, sat at the other end. We started to talk and
time flew by. When I started to wind down, I noted that
night had fallen and only the stars were showing through the
large windows.
I made a decision that I, in retrospect, was likely to
question. At the time, however, it seemed the right thing to
do.
"Can we take this to the bedroom? I asked with perhaps more
assuredness than was the case.
Andy led me to a curved wall in the corner and behind it was
an elegant curved staircase leading upwards to the sixth
floor.
Part V - The Bedroom
I followed Andy up those stairs and couldn't take my eyes
off the very tight ass that preceded me. Clad in form-
fitting jeans, it was a sight to behold. As we entered the
large bedroom, he turned to me and drew me into his arms for
another deep passionate kiss. The passion was returned in
kind since I was truly getting turned on by this amazing
man. Even though he was almost twenty years my junior, it
simply felt right; and judging from the way his cock was
rubbing against me, he certainly had to be feeling the same.
We stood together, kissing and rubbing against one another
for at least 10 minutes until he broke the kiss with a
chuckle saying that he was going to cum if we kept that up.
If my ego was at risk, this comment bolstered my confidence
and at least some of my performance anxiety eased. In fact,
truth be told, I was more aroused than I could ever
remember! We separated by several feet and started to
undress together; as one would remove an article of
clothing, the other would answer. Soon, we were facing each
other in the dimness of the room in only our briefs. Both of
us were tented but I was only partially erect.
As Andy went around the room lighting candles (my God, I
found a romantic!), I watched him, drinking in the well-
defined musculature of this man I was involving myself with.
He was truly magnificent and I couldn't help by wonder what
he would ever see in me. Ah, Yes! Those old feelings of
inadequacy were washing over me again! Once he was finished
with the candles, Andy turned to me in the flickering light
and saw immediately that I was shaking again. He quickly
crossed to me and took me into his arms -how protected I
felt.
"Hush! Don't fear! I will never hurt you. We will only go as
far as you want. All you have to say is `stop' and we will.
Let's just cuddle for a while"
He scooped me up in his strong arms and gently laid me on
the bed. Standing quietly beside the bed, he removed his
briefs and tossed them aside. His semi-erect cock seemed to
throb in the candlelight as he climbed into bed with me.
Taking me into his arms, He kissed my brow softly and rocked
me gently until I felt all the tension evaporate.
Part VI - The Seduction of Patrick
As I started to melt in Andy's arms, I found that once
again, I was getting hard. When Andy gently placed his hand
over my briefs, my cock shot to immediate full erection. I
was so excited that I feared that if he touched me again, I
would explode! He slowly slid his hand under the loose
waistband of my shorts and touched my cock for the first
time. The heat of his skin against my tumescent member
caused me to arch my back as I cried out and came in spurts
of pent up issue. I sobbed with mixed joy and humiliation
because I had climaxed so fast but it had felt so good!
Andy smiled as he removed his cum-covered hand and, bringing
it to his lips, licked it dry as I watched completely
spellbound. "Yum! You taste so good!" he assured me and I
felt myself hardening again. With amazement at my fast
recovery - it had been many years since I had experienced
such a miracle - I reached down to slip off my briefs and
threw them to the floor.
Reaching up and clasping my fingers behind Andy's neck, I
drew him down for a deep kiss. For the first time ever, I
tasted a man's cum (even my own was new to me). I realized
at that moment that I had to taste Andy to feel that I was
on an even relationship with him and I told him so.
"You don't have to do anything you are uncomfortable with,
you know" he told me.
"But I want to" I replied as I rolled him over onto his
back.
I glanced down to see that Andy's cock was magnificently
hard. I guessed it to be about 7 « "in length and quite
thick. It also had an intriguing curve (sort of like a
scimitar) with the curve inward facing towards his abdomen.
As I salivated over it, I imagined how it would feel inside
my mouth - and perhaps inside my ass should we reach the
point of penetration. I groaned loud enough as I pictured
this for Andy to laugh as he asked me what was wrong.
Since my lips were currently in the process of circling the
wide head of his cock, my response of "nothing" was somewhat
garbled. The feeling of the domed head as my mouth moved
over it was amazing. This was the reality of all those
dreams and fantasies over the years; it was real and I loved
it! My fingers were circling the shaft near the base as I
tried to absorb more in my mouth.
"Mm, that feels wonderful!" Andy moaned. "But please watch
the teeth!"
I pulled back and carefully moved my lips to cover my teeth
as much as possible and then lowered myself to take in his
cock again.
Since this was so new to me, I couldn't get much into my
mouth without choking but that didn't seem to faze Andy
since his hips started to move upwards to meet my slowly
sucking lips. We began having a pretty good rhythm going
until he hissed "Fondle my balls!"
I looked downwards to where his full balls were swaying with
each motion and I took one then both of the smooth sacks in
my hand and gently squeezed them. They felt hard and soft at
the same time and I loved the effect it had on Andy. He was
moving his hips faster now and this encouraged me in my
efforts to pleasure him.
As Andy was nearing his climax - this I knew because he was
crying out over and over again "Oh God, yes! Don't stop! I'm
almost there", I moved my face away from that wonderful cock
and started to give him a hand job. Since I knew that I
loved to pleasure myself and I used the precum that he was
issuing in copious amounts to lubricate the strokes. As
Andy's breathing became more and more laboured, I knew he
was close and I began stroking him in earnest. As I did, I
lowered my tongue once more to lick around his glans; the
effect was almost instantaneous. He arched his back crying
out as he did "I'm cumming! Oh God, you are so good! More
pleeese!"
I pulled away and watched fascinated as he shot spurt after
spurt so high it struck him on the chin and neck and then
coated his flat, heaving stomach. Some landed on my own face
around my mouth and I instinctively licked it off. Mmmmm - a
little salty and thick but not too bad at all! What have I
been missing all these years?
As Andy's cock slowly softened, I steeled myself and held it
firmly in my grip and leaned in to lap up all the cum that
coated his cock and my hand and savoured the taste as it
rolled over my tongue and down my throat. Mmmmm - so good!
After I had drunk my fill, I skidded up to cuddle with Andy
and share another soulful kiss. My tongue, still coated with
his cum, was greedily sucked dry.
Part VII: The Next Steps
Over the next several weeks, I found many opportunities to
get away either from work or, in the evenings, away from
home to see Andy. In each encounter, I would continue to
explore more interesting aspects of the act of sex between
two men. Andy was an able teacher and the result was that I
was letting him lead me down the paths and pitfalls of
learning to enjoy fully the experience.
As time flowed on, I was becoming totally infatuated with
Andy and feelings akin to love were rising. Each time I came
close to proclaiming such fervour, I `stepped back' and
gathered my thoughts. For one thing, I was concerned about
family issues (my wife and children would surely be deeply
wounded to learn of the directions I had taken); secondly,
Andy had never shown anywhere near that level of commitment.
One day, as we lay exhausted together in Andy's bed after a
prolonged session of loving, Andy raised the subject of
unvisited territory - anal penetration. To that time, mutual
fellatio had been the primary focus of our times together.
When he whispered to me as I lay in his arms that he wanted
to make love to me, I was taken aback. I wasn't sure if I
could stand the pain and I was also totally unsure of how
one went about it. However, it was his term `make love to
me' that won me over. When I asked him what he meant by
`love', his response was that it was strictly his term for
penetration. When I looked visibly unhappy with that
explanation, he asked me what was troubling me.
Hesitantly, I tried to explain. I was certain that he would
either laugh at me or end the relationship if I blew the
next part.
"Andy, I have never been as happy as I have been with you" I
stopped his interruption with a finger on his lips. "Let me
try to say this. Not only have you taught me to relax with
my feelings and instilled a sense of confidence that I have
never enjoyed, I have also become very, very attached to
you. The feelings I have scared me at first but as I started
to think on it - and I have done a lot of soul searching - I
have come to realize that what I am feeling is very
like..ah."
"Would you be trying to say the "L" word" Andy smiled.
"If you mean love and not some other `L' word, then I am
afraid you're right. Does that mean we're over?" I fearfully
asked.
"Actually, no" Andy assured me. "I have been trying to think
of a way to bring up the subject myself since I share your
feelings, babe"
We hugged each other tearfully and kissed as we whispered
breathless words of love to each other.
"Can we seal this with a true expression of my love for you
and your faith and love in and for me?" my lover asked. "I
can promise that I would never hurt you; do you trust me?"
"Yes, of course. But I don't know what I need to do"
"Not a thing; just relax and let me lead the way. If I start
to hurt you, simply ask me to stop and I will."
Part VIII: Love Consummated
Andy proceeded to kiss me from my brow to my feet and back
again as I slowly relaxed my whole body for him. As he
reached the juncture of my thighs, I spread myself wide as I
have grown accustomed to doing. As a result, he gained free
access to my balls and perineum;
I had learned what a pleasure it was to have the latter
kissed and loved and my cock reacted immediately. This time
was different; Andy went further than he had done before
until he was licking and circling my pucker with his pointed
tongue. As his talented tongue pressed inwards on my anal
ring, I pressed down to relax it and I felt the heat of his
tongue invade me for the first time.
It felt wonderful and I showed my pleasure with an almost
constant stream of moans and cries of "Oh yess, Baby! That
feels so great!"
Andy continued to tongue-fuck me for a few moments and then,
using some of my precum - I had been flowing in copious
amounts - as a lubricant, he slid first one and then two
fingers into my ass. Oh lord, it felt so great; I tightened
my grip on those invading fingers by clenching my anal
walls; I didn't want them to be freed! We had often in our
times together, experienced the pleasure of digital anal
penetration while we sucked each other but this was
different. Perhaps, it was because I knew what was to come
and my senses were highly attuned to the anticipation that
those fingers would soon be replaced with my love's cock.
As I continued to toss my head back and forth from the pure
sexual adrenaline, Andy rose to his knees whilst he
continued to fuck me with his fingers.
"Reach into the nightstand beside you, babe. Hand me the
lube and a condom you will find"
I followed his instructions by turning onto my side; Andy's
fingers hit my prostate as I turned and I cried out in
pleasure! I had a great deal of difficulty in wrapping my
fingers around the objects since my mind was so out of it
with the intense feeling. However, I persevered and finally
drew them out and handed them to Andy. His fingers left me
and I cried out with the feeling of emptiness. I craved for
something to fill me up again!
He assisted me to roll over and placed a couple of pillows
under my hips so that my ass was invitingly high. I rested
my head and shoulders on a couple of more pillows and,
although I felt so open and on display, the level of
excitement fought with a serious case of nervous shakes. I
heard Andy lube his fingers and a moment later, my
frustrations were relieved as his fingers, now fully lubed,
reentered my ass.
The coolness of the lube as it hit the heat inside me was a
shock and my hard cock flagged somewhat. But, as I Looked
back and watched Andy tear of the end of the condom cover
with his teeth and throw the foil away, I was entranced as
he rolled the condom down the pulsating length of his shaft.
I could see through the thin film the veins that carried
blood to the ends of that great cock I had learned to love
and I was instantly hard all over again. Andy pressed my
head to the pillows telling me to try and relax but to tell
him if he was hurting me.
I took a deep breath and almost forgot to exhale as Andy
reminded me that I had to keep breathing - he wasn't
prepared to lose me yet. Then, I felt the first pressure
against my puckered star: I had never experienced such
feelings in my life! My lover was going to take my virgin
ass after all these years of waiting.
Andy gripped my hips and slowly pulled me towards him; he
assured me that once he had gained entry he was going to let
me set the pace. When I was ready to take more of him, all I
had to do was push back a little more. With an audible pop,
his domed cock head slipped past the outer tough ring of my
ass and I yelped with the sudden pain.
"Do you want me to pull out?" he asked me with concern
"No! Just hold there for a moment; let me get used to the
feeling and, WOW! You are so big!"
Andy laughed softly and told me that my ass was so hot and
it was all he could do to hold off cumming. With that
assurance, I leaned back onto him a little and I could feel
another inch or so slip easily into me. The major pain was
the first entry but it was really feeling great now! With
one motion, I pushed myself backwards until I felt his balls
slap against mine and the head of his cock rub my prostate.
My cock was jerking under me against the pillows and I could
feel my precum flowing constantly.
"Oh,babe! Please fuck me slowly and deeply! It feels so
good! I never would have believed ..."
My words were cut off as Andy pulled his thinly protected
cock almost all the way out and then ever so slowly slid it
to the bottom again and again. I was crying out now and felt
that I was going to cum at any moment. But there was one
more thing to make our first time more memorable; I wanted
him to be facing me so we could kiss while we came together.
As soon as I voiced this desire, he slowly pulled out of me
(his face was contorted as he tried to control the very
strong urge not to cum as the glans was squeezed by my ring
as he pulled out). Together, we threw all but two pillows
onto the floor; one went under my hips after I had turned
over and the other under my head to lift me up. Once I was
comfortable - but urging him to hurry - Andy lifted my legs
to his shoulders and thus raised my hips to a perfect
alignment with his pulsating cock.
Since my ass was already well lubed - both from the
AstoGlide and my natural fluids - Andy's cock slipped easily
all the way into me and our balls slapped together once
more. When I reached up and wrapped my hands around his
neck, Andy dropped his face to mine and we kissed lovingly.
With him that close and the different angle, the penetration
seemed even deeper and the feeling even more intense. He
started to stroke faster and harder as we continued kissing.
I reached between our sweaty bodies to reach for my cock
since I was so close to cumming and I wanted to finish
myself off at the same time as my love. Andy pushed my hand
away as he got to his knees and drawing one of my feet to
his mouth, started to suck on my toes. This sent electric
shocks through my body since I have always had sensitive
feet. With his free hand, he gripped my steel-hard shaft and
only had to stroke me twice until I exploded with such force
that the thick cum hit my forehead, chin and chest before
slowly ebbing. As I came, I started to tightly milk Andy's
cock from deep within and he screamed out as his orgasm hit
and I felt him fill the condom!
The swelling of his cock as he came filled me so much and
the look of true rapture on his face resulted in me cumming
again although no way nearer the force of the first.
However, it was the first time either before or since Andy
that I had ever experienced back to back climaxes; and it
was wonderful!
Andy collapsed on top of me and, although his cock was still
inside me, I could feel it softening. As much as I was going
to miss the feeling of that fullness inside me, I knew that
there would be many more such experiences for us together.
As his cock plopped free, Andy reached down to remove the
condom and drop it in the wastebasket by the side of the
bed. He rolled over into my arms and we exchanged kisses for
what seemed an eternity.
Words of love passed between us until, slowly, we started to
drift off to sleep. The last thing my consciousness
registered was reaching down to pull the sheet over us and
the scent of my lover as I snuggled into his side with my
head on his chest. The sound of his steady heartbeat was my
lullaby.
If you liked this story, please let me know. I hope to add
other stories to Nifty as time allows.
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